Saturday, September 08, 2007

Jim Shorts


Jasfoup grinned apologetically. “Would you come and have a look at Harold, please. He seems to have passed out from the exercise.”

“Really?” The vampire raised an eyebrow. “That’s odd. He can normally keep it up for a couple of hours without a break.”

“I didn’t need to know that.” The demon led the way to Harold’s suite. “I bought him the Jim shorts you suggested but he didn’t last more than half an hour.”

They reached the room and she rushed to her partner, reeling when she caught a whiff of his breath. “I asked you to get him gym shorts,” she said, her eyes hardening into coals. “Not bourbon.”

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